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It is such a pleasure to be able to rise and enter into this pond and grove before confronting the day's mundane, just around the corner, chores. “Reflections” makes a fine connection with yesterday's Hopkins poem and your discussion with Ed about "broken/sprung" rhythm. I’m interested in the positive, preserving aspects of breaking this suggests. It reminds me that I’m currently breaking up coffee, which preserves me (for better or worse), and that fine Kinks lyric in “Death Of A Clown” (which I assume comes from everyday speech), “Won’t someone help me to break up this crown?”, that precedes preserving someone’s memory in the form of a toast.